Laberkasten

And as I open

I find myself



I admit that I am



Presence

Here

Now



Unfolding the Flower of Life



And then I walk



I walk

Through gates of reality

Seeing

Formations that burden our freedom to be

I decorate them



With blossoming

undeniable

delicate beauty



Beauty is living truth



And I keep walking

I open more

My blood

It paints



A story in time

Of time

Beyond time



And I see that she

My flow of life

Is everything

I am



The crescent and the full

The wild and the still

The sprouting and the whithering

The rock that crumbles into sand

And the rock that remains



And as I bleed - I continue to walk

Dressing flowers onto cold, heavy stones


Because I am living

And Life is Art

And Art Can Die

But wants to live

Marisa Papen